Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
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Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains.
Morning come
Money go
Honey,
Run!
I had severe warnings
from childhood memories,
to the dealings of the world
Eyes bleeding
stoned by a friend
I had severe warnings
Money snatched
Tricked by another
Severe warnings
Life was singing to me
Calling in, ringing in
Refusing to listen
I plugged into aloof
Myself only
The world was me
Until it wasn’t
In my heart, I hear the beat
The final word
An end, I must tell you
Yet when I’m close
I have no words
to connect, to combine
My own fear, keeping me safe
I must assume
The hurt, the memories
Circumvents to a past story
.
The early rain, hail storm sweeping
drowned our young love
Before we picked up for safety
flood emergency!
Both swirling down into the dam
..
My eyes circling, spinning
never holding onto the truth
…
I move an inch
another false start
Lies, I tell you
Sweet bytes, you reply
Tell me more, I sing
Tell me many more, you harmonize
Healing we can attain
through body resistance
Heat perspiration, we agree
After friction, summer heat
Passages and ridges
Satisfaction never reaching the port
Another fight ensues
….
Now tell me how do we build back?
Our foundation rocked by passing air
I take account to my many bad ways
ways: cold and closed
Those parts I never gave out
Stuck, hoping I forget
though I must move on now
From this tale that ended too soon
I asked for a piece of mind
You give trouble
Finding faults on every part of me
Crisis leading to full blown battles
Is this any semblance of love?
Or devil lust?
I seek peace
You give blood
Pain equalizing the suffering
All these you give freely
Leaving me dry to the bones
Empty without an outlet
Garden ridden with thorns
My skin stuck, red dripping
My hunger never filled
Rumblings and enzyme ruptures
You promised bliss
All I see is turbulence
Freedom, blocked by denial
That leap refusing my feet
My legs week from trekking
Roundabouts, circulating
Heart pumping out loud
Mind docile,
I sense mouse
Instincts missing
Will lacking
Energy depleted
Air snuffed
All I have is:
the curse and gift of loving
Both penned down onto my soul
Why does the dark seem sweet?
The lullaby and the tales
Desiring
I keep going back
The feel
The rub
Blue lamps
Eyes twisting
Wishes granted
Vices blended
Never hint of bitterness
Only when the light comes
Do I retract within
Time flies through these moments
Never tell me what year it is
This bliss, sweet
rings so true
Random: at our core. We grow up understanding this basic principle of life. For example, the idea of power; Our tribe-culture understands the diversity of what the word brings but we don’t dwell on that bad knowledge in past tense form, we grow up seeing, speaking, dancing, feeling, eating with the two sides of power at equal lengths. The infiltration and desimation of our culture has broken that stability so much we stand fully with the yin, the controlled. The yang; uncontrollable side we have blindly left, that’s why I believe we are stuck in this revolving control system never accounting for the balance that will come. I think for our balance to scale back to the middle, we lots must face real time repercussions of dwelling in the yin for this long.
The ancient black wolf
Wrinkled muzzle,
teeth bared out
prances
seeking a taste for another winter blood
yet
A cursed demon lurks
nearby
behind tall white hovering angels
searching for the wolf
reeking of blood-hungry instincts
I see the devil
My own creation
That’s why I cry myself to laughter
Then sleep
Three Kings
Of different ages
Lineage stretching back to Anoha
No chains
No adages
No cowries
Streamed down by oral droplets
Spoken through mountain peaks
Through ridges and wide spaces
Marks, Spears, hair twisting
Fire, feet warming
Circle, from top of huts
Into cell molecules
Souls transfused through sight
Off beat, Offbeat
One and one
One plus two
One snap, pause
Then another
Three Kings
Stretching past the Nile
Blue necks, blue hair
Different centre
Same spirit
All three Searching for one answer
Her reply to their quest
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